It's a hot day in Hellsalem's Lot, though it feels more like summer than some-what late spring. Yet how would I know, I just got here about 3 hours ago. But I do wish that I have a car to drive around though. I have been looking for the apartment building that my cousin Mariel lives at, and at least with a car, it will be easier for me to find it. Mainly since I'm rolling a suitcase around, along with a carrying an old pink/grey backpack and a tote bag that has a manta ray on it. Because I'm getting really tired of lugging all this stuff around the city.

Why did I choose to spring for a surprise visit, again?

Oh yeah, she's the last surviving member of my family. Well, as of my parents' mysterious deaths about 3 and a half months ago. Along with being kicked out of where I was staying, twice. Both my apartment and then my best friend Nick's place. Along with that both him and his moved-in-boyfriend arranged my flight to be a one-way trip, too.

I can't believe I forgot all that. Though I'm so tired right now, I guess I could believe that I did forget it. Though, I still don't get why someone thought it would be a good idea to buy out an entire apartment building? Especially when it's in the middle of the northern countryside?

As I walk through the crowded block, I start to wonder where exactly I am. I mean, the last time I was here, I was about 6 or so years old. That was a good 13 or so years ago. Even so, I didn't think it would change this much. And that's including after that event that had happened here about 4-5 years ago. It's way to different than how I last saw it. Though I guess, that's to be expected. But to me, the layout was confusing when it was still New York, now it confusing times 20!

I don't mind the people, yet there are a lot of them that are odd-looking, I admit. It just that the city changed a lot. There are stores with names in an odd language, the buildings that I had remembered have changed, and there are places I have gone before that are way different than they are now. It's like a labyrinth with some parts of it having an alien language in it.

Though right now, that's not the only thing bugging me at the moment. Since I got into the city, I have caught multiple guys staring at me, huma or otherwise. They were staring at me is like wolves to a steak, not friendly. Maybe it because I'm wearing a pair of green camouflage cargo pants and a blue short sleeve crop top that has a butterfly across the front, along with a black sports bra underneath it.

Then, yet again, I feel another person's gaze on me in one of those creepy sorts of ways. I stop in my tracks, then I take a quick look around and saw, yet, another guy staring at me. It lasted long enough to see he's staring at my pale stomach or my chest. Once the guy notices that I caught him staring while giving a murderous glare at him. He then looked a bit frighten before he turned and walked away quickly.

Well, there's my answer. Though I do keep forgetting that when I don't wear an undershirt with the top, I have on and have my long brown hair in a ponytail behind me, it does pronounce my chest a bit. If only I knew I was going to be eye candy to a lot of guys here. Then I wouldn't have thought of taking the undershirt off back at the airport. Maybe I should put it back on when I get to a restaurant or something.

I heard something that sounds like a low growl, and I notice it was my stomach. I had just realized that the thought got me hungry and a little more tired. I notice a wall near to where I'm standing, so I just walked over to it. I set my stuff down next to me before I sat down with my back to the wall. After a moment, I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone to check the time. It was 11:40 am right now, I got here around 8 am. The last time I had something to eat it was about 9 hours ago back in my old hometown. I need somewhere to rest, eat, and ask for directions.

As I put my phone back into my pocket, I caught a whiff of something. And it smelled good.

I have been told in the past that when I get hungry, I start having a bloodhound sense of smell on where food is. That and some other stuff too that have people to say that 'I'm one with the animals.' Well, time to put that theory to the test.

I quickly gathered my stuff up, and I set out on a hunt for food.

It only took about a 10-20 minutes and a few block till I finally see the source of the scent. It was a dinner at a corner of an intersection. But it looked more like heaven from where I stand right now. It took whats left of my strength not to run into the store and order who knows what. As I walk in, I can tell that the place was calm, just what I need after about a long 10 hours. I spotted a place at the bar that was close to the door. Without thinking, I went to it, and I sat down with a sigh of relief.

A waitress came up from behind the counter with a smile, "I can tell you had a long day."

I looked up at her face and saw that she has blonde hair in a like mine, blue eyes, and a red cap on.

I gave her a smile of my own as I say to her, "Too long for my taste. Can I have something cold to drink, please?"

"Sure. Though I guess you might want that in a big cup. You look like you could pass out at some point by how red you are. How long have you been out there?"

Remembering how long I have been walking around brought an unpleasant look on my face, "About 3 hours while lugging all this stuff around."

She gave an impressed whistle with her brows slightly frowned as she looked at the bags. Then she looked back to me with a smile, "That's impressive. I thought that if someone carries that much stuff around on them, they would've been mugged in less then an hour around here. How'd you do it?"

I shrugged with a smile that basically says, 'Your telling me.' Trust me; I don't think I can count the number of blessings I have on it, "The only thing that happened was being hundreds of guys' eye candy. I lost track after about 30 minutes."

She shook her head, still with a smile on, "Oh, I can believe that." She stops moving her head and looks at me jokingly, "The moment you walked in, I think half of the guys here have been staring at you." Then she pointed a finger my right while saying, "Especially that one. He looks like he's begging for you to take your top off."

I turn my head to see where she's pointing and saw the person she's talking about. He haves white hair, brown skin, and dark eyes. He was wearing a white jacket, white pants, a black shirt, and a black belt. Yet for some reason, I get a feeling that he's going to bug me a lot.

I turned back to the waitress and said, "I think I know what you mean." I pause then ask, "Is it me, or is it normal to feel bugged by him when he hasn't done anything yet?"

She shrugs in a, 'I don't know,' sort of way with a menu in hand, while saying, "Beats me. But, I don't think your the only one who gets that."

She hands me the menu, and I looked through it. As I looked through it, I heard my stomach growl again.

That apparently earned a look from a few people. The waitress look back at me and ask in concern, "Uh, did you hear that?"

I looked at her, slightly sheepish, "Uh, sorry. I was up early this morning and haven't eaten anything for about 9 hours. If you count airplane snacks, then about 5 or so."

She looks surprises, and her concern grew a bit in her expression, "Really?" I nodded in response. She looks at the ceiling as she says, "That explains it." She looks back down to me with a decision made, "If that's the case, Ill have a whatever I could think of that could fix it."

I gave her a smile, "Thanks, and don't worry. I have enough money to pay for it."

"Okay, deal," was the last thing she says before disappearing to somewhere. She was really nice, I thought to myself. To be truthful, she may be the nicest person I have met all day.

Thinking of what to do till my food gets here, I just thought of finishing the book I was reading on the plane. I left it at a really good part, too. The main character had just escaped the clutches of the villain and was trying to save her friend from dying. So I turned around on my stool to grabbed my tote.

When I was about to stand to get it, a white sleeve appeared out of nowhere in front of me. I followed the arm that it belongs to, and I saw the person that the waitress was talking about earlier. He has a smile on his face as he spoke, "Hey there, I just thought that I could see if I can help in any way. My name is Zapp just in case. What's yours?"

You know, out of all the guys today, at least he had the decency introduced himself. Though what he said did make my eye twitch in annoyance. I look at him, and I try to say as kindly as I could, "I'm sorry, but I only just met you. And besides, I don't think I like to get the type of help your offering me. But if you could give me directions on where to go, that would be better."

Then he gave a smug look and leaned in to say, "And what kind of directions is that?"

I just now got the feeling that I want to punch that smug look on his face. And I can tell because I'm only one step away from giving him a black eye. But that didn't keep me away from giving him the most murderous look I have given so far today, as I let a, "Why you."

That's when I heard someone say, "Zapp! What are you doing?! Can't you tell she's getting mad?!" I turn to look at who it was, and apparently, I didn't see him and the other guy sitting there.

The both of them are guys, one's smaller than the other, and neither looks happy.

The shorter one has messy brown hair, pale skin, and his eyes are somewhat squinting. He's wearing a sweater-like thing that's blue at the neck, across the tops of the shoulders and the entire sleeve, leaving the rest a cream color. He also had goggles around his neck and has black pants and sneakers on.

The taller one though, he's quite different. Other than that he has blue skin with black markings, backward blade-like fins on his wrists, and yellow fish-like eyes. I mean, he looks to be human, but not. I don't know why, but just looking at him makes me think of the ocean or something like that. Not just that, but there something about him that makes me want to know more about him. He's wearing a black sleeveless muscle-shirt that climbs up his neck, green cargo pants, fingerless gloves, metal sneakers and something that resembles headphones around his neck. But one thing is for sure that the shirt, in my opinion, absolutely shows off his lean, muscular build.

I blush at the thought and that I hope I wasn't staring at him. Mainly because that I know I wouldn't like that either. Plus I may feel embarrassed if he notices me doing that to him.

Zapp seems to be enjoying himself, says, "Come on Leo, let me have a little." The smaller one looked more annoyed by the comment, so I guess that one is Leo. I feel sorry for the guy.

Thinking of what this guy just said, I had the thought of saying to him, 'Oh, you're going to get 'a little' if you don't stop!'

Once Zapp looks back down at me, it's either the that he saw the look on my face spoke of what I'm thinking of, or that he felt the annoyance coming from me. But whatever it was, it got him to be frightened as he looks at me.

As he looks at me, I said as nicely as possible, though very little, to him, "Could you please move out of the way." He then quickly moves away from me. After that, I grabbed my stuff. Then I moved down a few spots closer to where Leo and the other guy is. Once I got there, I put down my stuff to a vacant spot where no one will trip over them. Then I look over to the two are sitting there. I face to the one I guess is Leo and say, "Thanks for the help, I guess. And I assume your Leo, right?"

He smiled at me while saying, "Yeah, and sorry for the trouble Zapp caused you."

I gave him a shrug before saying, "No problem. But I guess its normal for you."

He gave a sad smile while saying, "Yeah..." Now I feel even more sorry for him.

He brightened up at me and held his hand out to me while saying, "I'm Leo, though you already knew that." I shook it, then he points to the guy next to him, "And this is Zed."

Zed did the same but says to me, "Nice to meet you."

Then a shook his hand as well and introduce myself with a smile, "Nice to meet you, too. My name's Paula."